Heart Poems from the Best Authors

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ... in a minor key; Her clear low voice and its tones are bringing A mingled melody back to me. Drifting down in the clear calm weather, 0, how sweet is the maiden's song! Love, my Love, when we drift together, O, how quickly we drift along. J. Ashby-sterry. LOVE AND I. Love came to me in the morning--A merry young imp was he; I knew when I saw him alighting, He wanted to stay with me. He folded his tiny wings and smiled, And then to my side drew nigh; But I wanted him not, so I told him to go, And Love flew away with a sigh. Love came to me in the noon-tide--Once more he was bright and gay; But I pushed him rudely from me, And told him to keep away. A SONG OF HEARTS. 109 A shadow came over his sunny face, As he lingered a moment near--Not a pang of regret or remorse felt I As Love flew off with a tear. Love came to me in the evening--He came in the twilight grey; And, oh! I was glad to see him, I wanted him then to stay. I poured out a goblet of sparkling wine, That we together might quaff. "Oh, stay with me now) sweet Love!" I cried, But Love flew off with a laugh. W. J. Cbosbie. A SONG OF HEARTS. When stars come forth in darkening skies, Love dreameth in thy wistful eyes--Oh! would I could young Love surprise When in those limpid orbs he sleeps, And modesty such close watch keeps Lest he should sudden wake and rise! Then would I bid the rogue confess That he has made thee long to bless Some heart that could thine own address In language only known to hearts--Or, better, through their subtle arts--And of him claim for thee redress. Because that when he knows full well My passion for thee, he'll not tell; But lets thee yearn and still rebel Against grim fate--what sayest thou, That "men are dull, or that ere now For thee had...